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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.