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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.