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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.