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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.