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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.