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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.