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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.