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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.