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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.