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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.