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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.