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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Motorama,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.