Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.