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 China and from Manchester.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.