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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.