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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.