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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.