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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.