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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.