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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.