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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.