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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Pylon,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.