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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
X-102,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.