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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.