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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Nico,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.