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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.