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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.