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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Liliput,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.