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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.