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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.