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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.