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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.