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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Franke,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.