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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.