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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Television,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.