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 Peru 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Roxette,
Whodini,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.