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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.