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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.