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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.