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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.