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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.