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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Cure,
UT,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.