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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.