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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.