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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Lalann,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.