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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.