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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.