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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.