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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.