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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.