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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.