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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.