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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.