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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Pylon,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.