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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.