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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Organ,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.