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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.