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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.