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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.