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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.