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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.