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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.