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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.