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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.