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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.