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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 China Crisis 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.