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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.