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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.