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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.