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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Can,
JFA,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.