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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.