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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Japan,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.