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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.