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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.