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 Japan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.