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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.