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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.