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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.