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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.