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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.