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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.