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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.