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 Austria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.