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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.