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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.