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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Monks,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.