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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.