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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.