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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.