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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.