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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.