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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.