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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.