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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.