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 Chile 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nico to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.