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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Organ,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.