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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Nico,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.