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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.