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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Television,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.