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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.