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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Can,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.