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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.