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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Neu!,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.