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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Scientists,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.