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 Poland and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s 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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.