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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.