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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.