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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
X-102,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.