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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.