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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.