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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.