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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.