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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.