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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.