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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.