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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.