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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.