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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.