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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.