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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.