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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.