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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.