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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.