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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.