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 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.