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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.