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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.