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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.