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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.