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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.