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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
cv313,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.