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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.