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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
MDC,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
X-101,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.