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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.