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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.