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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.