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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.