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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Sonics 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Index,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.