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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Count Five,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.