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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.