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 Malta 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Swans,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.