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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.