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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.