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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.