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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Motions,
PIL,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
ABBA,
The Names,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.