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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.