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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.