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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.