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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.