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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.