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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.