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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.