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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.