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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Wings,
Smog,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Magma,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.