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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.