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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.