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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.