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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.