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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Standells,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.