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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.