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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.