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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Brick,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.