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 Moldova 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.