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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.