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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Josef K,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.