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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Wire,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.