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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.