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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.