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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.