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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.