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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Slave,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.