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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.