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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.