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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.