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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quando Quango 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Can,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.