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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.