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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.