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 Norway 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.