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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.