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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.