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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.