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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.