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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.