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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.