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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.