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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.