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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Urselle,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Standells,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.