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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.