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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.