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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.