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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.