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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.