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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.