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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.