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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Ituana,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.