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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.