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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.