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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.