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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.