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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
cv313,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.