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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.