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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
DNA,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.