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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.