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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.