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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.