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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.