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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.