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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.