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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.