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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.