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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.