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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.