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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.