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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.