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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.