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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.