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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.