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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.