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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Franke,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.