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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.