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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.