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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 June of 44 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.