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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.