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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.