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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.