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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.