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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.