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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.