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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.