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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Swans,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.