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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
UT,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.