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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.