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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.