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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Swans,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.