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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.