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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.