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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.