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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.