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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Swans,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
the Association,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.