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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes 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?
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Swans,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.