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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.