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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.