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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
ABC,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.