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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.