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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.