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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.