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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.