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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.