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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.