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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.