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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.