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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.