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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Brick,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.