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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Motions,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.