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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.