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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Pole,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.