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 Israel and from Manila.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Qualms,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.