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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.