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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.