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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.