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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Television,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.