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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Can,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.