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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.