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 Moldova and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.