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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Mars,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.