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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.