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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.