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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.