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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.