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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.