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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Mars,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.