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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.