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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.