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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.