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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.