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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.