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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.