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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
the Association,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Victims,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.