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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.