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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tubeway Army 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.