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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Q65,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.