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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Q65,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Names,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.