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 France and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.