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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.