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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.