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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Television,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.