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 Yemen 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.