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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.