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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.