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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Busters,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Flipper,
New Order,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.