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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.