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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Unwound,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.