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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Fall,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.