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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.