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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Move to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Monks,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.