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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Faust,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.