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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.