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 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.