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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.