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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.