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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.