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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.