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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Magma,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.