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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.