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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.