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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.