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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.