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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.