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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.