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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.