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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Television,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.