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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.