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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.