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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.