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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Motorama,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.