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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Wire to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.