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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
The Names,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.