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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
UT,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.