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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.