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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.