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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.