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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 X-102 to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.