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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.