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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Wings,
X-102,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.