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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.