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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Gories,
Hoover,
PIL,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.