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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.