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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.