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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.