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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.