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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.