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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.