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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.