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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Index,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.