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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.