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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.