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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.