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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.