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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.