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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.