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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.