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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 808 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.