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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
X-102,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.