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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.