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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
The Names,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.