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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.