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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.