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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.