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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.