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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.