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 Germany and from Houston.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
the Normal,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.