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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.