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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.