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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.