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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.