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 Niger 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.