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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Faust,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.