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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.