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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.