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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.