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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
X-101,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.