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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.