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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.