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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.