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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.