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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.