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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.