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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.