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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.