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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.