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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.