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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.