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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.