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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 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 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
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.