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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.