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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.