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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.