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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Franke,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.