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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
the Normal,
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.