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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.