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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.