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 Malaysia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.