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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.