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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.