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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.