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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Scion,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.