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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.