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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Nas,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Swans,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.