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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Real Kids to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Fear,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.