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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.