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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.