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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.