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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.