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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.