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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.