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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Nas,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.