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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.