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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.