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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.