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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.