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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.