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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.