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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Searchers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.