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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 JFA to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.