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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.