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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.