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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.