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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Can,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.