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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Wire,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Crime,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.