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 China and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.