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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.