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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.