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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.