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 London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Pole,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.