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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.