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 Guyana 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s 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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.