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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.