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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.