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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.