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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.