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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Q65,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.