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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.