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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.