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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.