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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.