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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.