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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.