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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Faust,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.