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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nas 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Smog,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.