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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Gories,
Pole,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.