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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.