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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.