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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.