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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.