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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.