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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
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.