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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.