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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.