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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.