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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.