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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.