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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.