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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.