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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.