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 Finland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.