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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.