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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.