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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.