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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.