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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.