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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.