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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.