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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.