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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.