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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.