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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Index,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.