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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
AZ,
Magazine,
CMW,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.