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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Echospace,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.