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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.