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 Vanuatu 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Scion,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.