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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.