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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.