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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.