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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.