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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.