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 Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.