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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Doors,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Can,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.