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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.