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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.