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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.