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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.