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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu 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 electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Wire,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.