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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Section 25,
Make Up,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.