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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The Names,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.