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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.