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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.