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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.