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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Monks,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.