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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.