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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.