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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.