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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.