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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.