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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.