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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.