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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Scion,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Names,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.