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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.