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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.