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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.