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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.