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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.