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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.