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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Josef K,
Chrome,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.