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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Wings,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.