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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.