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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.