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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.