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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.