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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
cv313,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.