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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.