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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.