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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.