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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.