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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Ludus,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.