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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.