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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.