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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.