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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.