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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Television,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.