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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.