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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Quando Quango 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.