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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.